Here’s to the Common Man and the New Year
Mumbai is a city of life in your face. It is never quiet. Nothing gets its people to stop and look around. They are all busy surviving. The lifeblood of the city i s its millions of nameless, faceless, seething masses of common, everyday humanity. On 26 November 2008, Mumbai faced its darkest hours. It was a strange, new kind of killing of innocents—murder even as the victims gazed helplessly into the eyes of the killers. Over 200 people died in despicable acts of terror, before the situations was brought under control. We momentarily rejoiced in the success of our security forces. Then we quickly grieved for our dead. Soon enough, we moved on with our lives. Nameless, faceless common people die in greater numbers on our railway tracks, every month. Look how easily the lifeblood of the city flows into its gutters!
Amidst it all, there were acts of incredible courage by some very common people. A few photojournalists managed to take pictures of the terrorists at great risk to their lives. They truly deserve our applause. It is, after all, a dangerous profession in these troubled times. Tomorrow, we will remember their images, but we will probably forget their names. They will continue with their business of survival, just as everybody else.Tags: K Madhavan Pillai, Editorial, january 2009